Namoras
Namora dermak

"What's this?" Namora doesn't understand. He could only murmur in his heart. But, he complied when he was welcome to sit on the chair earlier.

After Namora sat down, slowly the women began to do their jobs.

Now, Namora is really dressed up in such a way. From the start of hair, face, even toenails and hands were also scratched.

That sensation felt like a prince surrounded by concubines.

Namora was startled, astonished and embarrassed. However, the longer, Namora is tame and enjoys every touch. When else is it treated like this, right?! All this time let alone be needed like this. He was greeted with a friendly Namora never. Only the J7 boys treated him well.

Now, Namora leaned back half-sitting. He let them do their job. It is thought that after this, he will become handsome, or handsome.

Nearly three hours of Namora being digested, caulked by the women. Namora was amused when a cucumber was sliced and taped just above her eyelids.

"It's what the fuck? It shouldn't be here, it should be eaten!" Namora casually stuffed the cucumber slices into her mouth, then chewed without guilt. Namora's behavior makes the women look at each other, then laugh out loud.

Namora heard their laughter was very melodious. Some are as bright as the sounds of parrots, parrots, even crows. And that made him feel even more astonished.

"Young master who makes a move. If not, our work will not be done. Now, young master just resigned. That way, our work will be quickly completed," they said after a satisfied laugh.

Namora can only return. He knew that Ameng would be angry if he waited too long. Ameng is now going somewhere. If he came back and saw Namora still messing around, it was likely that a horn would grow on Ameng's head.

After everything was done, now one of the women was tidying up Namora's hair. And when Namora saw herself in the glass, she could hardly believe that it was her reflection.

Namora was very excited and grateful to be given such a handsome face. Even too handsome for genuine good looks.

From the direction of the other room, another woman came out with a light blue blazer suit towards her. Then respectfully he said. "Young master. Your clothes are so shabby. Replace it with this one!"

Namora looked at the woman's face. He didn't know that it wasn't just being broken. But even her clothes had to be changed. This is too cool. He was worried that this was just a dream, and he was not ready to wake up. Because this dream is too beautiful.

"Young master. Do you want us to put these clothes on your body?" Ask the woman who had tidied her hair.

"Huh? Eh.., yes. Uh tid.., no. No!" Namora stutters. This spontaneously made all the women laugh.

Namora immediately took the light blue stelan blazer, then entered the dressing room indicated by one of the women.

It wasn't until ten minutes, Namora had come out with her new appearance.

This appearance made all the women feel enchanted.

Like a prince without a crown, Namora walked leisurely. But it's still stiff. He's totally misbehaved.

Namora immediately swerved following the movements of the woman earlier. He was like a male fashion model walking on a catwalk.

After they felt that Namora was no longer as I was, now they were wearing shoes and ties. So, complete already accessories that exist in Namora's body.

Shortly after Ameng returned home, Namora was finished dressing. And now, he had walked out of the room that he referred to as his body workshop.

Looking at Namora who had turned a hundred degrees, Ameng was stunned for a moment. His mind floated around decades ago. At that time, he saw Tigor walking with his wife and got out of the BMW i8 sports car with a style and temperament that was able to melt the heart of every girl.

"This. This is a duplicate of Tigor's bang. This is young Tigor!" Mumbled unconsciously.

"Uncle. Uncle..! What's up?" Namora shook Ameng's hand.

Ameng immediately regained his senses and he rubbed his watery eyes. He did not expect that when he saw Namora's face, his mind could drift to the time when he was young. Back then, who did not want them to be lovers. Every girl in this Kemuning town wants to be the lover of one of them. It's just that, when they found out that Tigor had Mirna, they backed off regularly.

"I'm old as it turns out," said Ameng later. He wanted to rub Namora's head. But Namora immediately dodged because she did not want her hair to fall apart.

"Don't make my hair tangle again, Uncle! Or they'll torture me again" Namora glanced at the few women who lined up behind her in a respectful manner. The woman looked smiling as Namora glanced at them.

"Are you ready? Remember Namora! This time we will be greeted by great people. Don't show your weakness. There are people who truly love you. However, not a few of them are trying to make a profit. If you are weak, they will use you for their benefit" Ameng warned. To him, other than Andra, himself and the other seven people, everything was just a pretense. They're looking for face for something. Thank goodness they will be able to project because it makes Namora's heart happy. Moreover, Namora is still very innocent and just plunged into a world like this. This will be bad for the company. Because, when Namora was introduced, one word of Namora meant a decree that every subordinate had to obey. No need to wait for Tigor. Namora says black, then black. If it is white, then white. And they can only obey without refuting. This is what Ameng is very wary of.

Namora nodded. He did not know what exactly happened and what this Ameng meant. All he knew, Ameng took him to the city of Kemuning. It was like asking him to play a puzzle. And the thing is, Namora like getting into the game Ameng. It is proven that he was resignedly invited to the city of Kemuning, brought to the house of Ameng, read and so forth.

"Prepare mentally!"

Plaque!

Ameng patted Namora's chest, then took the child to walk towards the car parked in the yard of the mansion.

As soon as Ameng and Namora entered the car, it was seen on the front there were about five cars sliding first. After their car moved, from the back it was seen that about ten more cars were following.

"Why are they following us, Uncle?" Ask Namora wonder.

"Don't be afraid! They are subordinates. One day they'll obey you!" Ameng replied casually, then returned to driving quietly.

Namora prayed in her heart that Ameng would never whistle again. His ears will feel disrespected.

Like it don't forget!

Seriate...